Playing Imprint
The Stripping Virgin
Bif Naked – October Song
The bachelor party wasn't so bad. Neelu took pity on me and worked an extra night to join me. It turned out that Gary was behind organizing the entertainment. The place was filled with twenty-something and thirty something men hooting and yelling. I was grateful that Neelu was there. She was fun and playful and confident. I could see why I was asked to cover for Leanne. The outfit was a country girl with daisy dukes and looking almost innocent with my hair in pig tails. It was as per request. Neelu played a bad influence. Which was exactly what she was to me. We worked well together. Probably because she was good at improvising.
"Bella, come sit with us." Gary called me. I looked to see Neelu was chatting with Ian working security for the VIP lounge of the club the bachelor party was happening at. We weren't going anywhere just yet.
"Hi Gary." I greeted him and hopped onto the bar stool.
"This is the bridegroom. Tony, this is Bella. Guess how old she is." In addition to Tony and Gary there was one other man. They each looked to be about thirty.
"She looks sixteen, but she seems pretty confident up there. I'll go with twenty-one. This is dangerous territory you're putting me in Gary." Tony chuckled. I didn't appreciate that they seemed to be talking as if I weren't even there.
"You're not fun, you're pretty close. I'll give you a hint, she's in high school."
"No!" Tony and his friend said incredulously. "Bella tell me you had to repeat a year or two." Tony's friend spoke to me directly.
"I'm on the honour roll." I smiled politely. I didn't really want to talk about this.
"You must be eighteen. What do the guys at school think about this?" I stiffened at the thought.
"No one at school knows. If I don't get the scholarship, this should all just help pay for college." I offered in explanation.
"Smart girl. I only just finished paying student loans." I didn't look up to see who spoke. I was thoroughly embarrassed by this point.
A glass bottle slammed down in front of me.
"Bella drink up." Gary offered and I watched the waitress open the lid on the beer in front of me. I looked to Neelu for rescue.
"Don't be a prude now. Not after that lovely show." Gary teased. I cocked an eyebrow at him before taking the beer in hand and sipping from the bottle.
Time passed quickly as the drinks flowed. Gary assured Neelu and Ian that he would get me home safely.
"Come!" Tony yelled pointing to the dance floor. I suspected it was a double entendre based on his cheeky grin but couldn't be sure. Jungle music burst and Tony started moving me into him at a pace that kept beat but didn't meet every beat. Cheers to the bridegroom from his friends hooted around me. I was feeling loose from the music, so I didn't mind too much. The night wore on and I followed him yet again. I expected to find myself at the bar stool but a loud bang announced the emergency exit door closing behind us. I was startled halfway to sober by that sound.
"Oh God Bella!" Tony crashed me against the wall, his beer laden tongue jammed down my throat and his hands running up and down my body. I pushed him away as hard as I could. He noticed. "I know you've wanted me all night." I jerked away.
"No." I murmured out drunkenly.
"Don't get shy now baby." He pushed my head against the bricks with his face against mine and his tongue prominently in my mouth again.
Did he just call me baby?
"Why yes, yes he did." I not only heard but saw Edward standing facing me with a wide grin and his arms crossed. "What are you going to do about it?" I felt rage. This asshole was treating my body like an amusement park, calling me baby and Edward thought it was funny. How funny is this shit? I bit down on the fuckers tongue hard and was satisfied when I drew blood. He yelped and jumped back. I quickly saw his face darken from surprise to fury. He stomped the two steps back to me.
I almost flinched but defiance won out.
"I said no asshole."
"You didn't need to bite me. You fucking whore!" He lisped reaching his hands out to me as though he were going to shake me. I didn't wait to find out what he was going to do to me. I drove my stiletto heel down on his foot intending to drive through shoe, foot and straight down to the concrete. I drove with all my might. I was satisfied with an agonized cry and shoved his face away from me before running.
His friends came out to see what the noise was.
"The bitch skewered me with her pointy heels!" He yelled indignantly. I could hear their reactions. They came running. I knew I couldn't run fast enough in my heels, so I scrambled up a dumpster to a metal fire exit ladder. I got one foot on the ladder and kicked the rolling dumpster as hard as I could at them to buy me a few seconds. I felt proud as I saw them suffer minor injuries at my hands. I saw him turn the corner.
"No means no you stupid fuck!" I yelled down at him. His friends froze on the spot.
"Tony, what did you do?" One asked him. They all eyed him nervously. "Why did she skewer you with her shoe?"
"Sure, side with the hooker."
"Exotic dancer!" I yelled. I could put a prettier name on it than stripper if I wanted to.
His friend fought a smile before speaking to Tony. "You provoked her somehow. She was pretty drunk and she's sobered up some, there must be a reason. She seems well enough now." His friend said warily. "Come back to the club, we'll ask Gary to take you home." He called to me.
"I'll get a taxi!" I yelled.
"That won't be necessary." Gary appeared. "Will you allow me to accompany you home Bella?" He asked politely. I sighed. I was still counting this as the time that I rescued myself. No one swept in and saved the day. I fought back and Tony wasn't able to chase me down. His friends did. I had enough strength to take out an overgrown child throwing a tantrum. I was proud of myself. Gary helped me down, we went back to the club where I drank water and swallowed aspirin. I hoped I broke Tony's foot for the wedding or at least broke skin and muscle with my shoe.
"Where did you tell Jacob you were tonight?" Gary asked during the drive.
"I didn't. He expected me at the club." I continued to watch out the window at the black view and a crescent moon.
"That's why he called then. I let him know you where you were while you were with Neelu. I promised to bring you straight to his place." I didn't like decisions being made without my input.
"I'm going home."
"You're still tipsy, you'll wake your father up." He shrugged indifferently. I reconsidered.
"Okay, Jake's place it is."
"I'm sure you enjoy sharing his bed anyway." I blushed at his insinuation.
"It's not like that." I defended.
"He's a man, for him it is." I squirmed in my seat and Gary changed topics. I gratefully contributed to the new conversation.
When we arrived at Jake's house, he must have heard us coming because he was standing at the door with his arms folded over his chest. He looked so serious. I said goodnight to Gary and carried my bag up the steps. I hadn't changed and it was cold. I gave Jacob a quick twirl and brushed past him into his house. I didn't look to see if it affected him. That sort of thing affected most men I would hazard a guess.
"Can I talk to you Jacob?" I was feeling brave and powerful after the nights events.
"Any time. Want something to drink?"
"Hot chocolate?" I asked. We headed into the kitchen. I knew it was an ungodly hour, but I was brimming with energy. Jacob was boiling water and had prepared powder in mugs before he sat on the counter opposite me.
"Shoot." He said.
"I got to take care of myself tonight. When I get into trouble, I usually get hurt or a man sweeps in to the rescue or I'm rescued and I get hurt. But what hasn't been happening is me taking care of myself. And I got to do that tonight. I want to be able to do more of that. I don't want to get into a relationship and have another man rescuing me. I want to acknowledge the imprint. I don't want to make life hard for you or make you suffer unnecessarily. You seem nice enough.
"I've been thinking about what we could be, without being your girlfriend. I don't want to be strictly yours. I'm going to propose something while I'm feeling brave, you can tell me if you can work with me on it." I felt self-conscious under his intense watch. He nodded to let me know that he was listening.
"I would like your friendship, I feel happier around you. But I don't want the ardent young love that I'm just overcoming from him. I need space from that. I have noticed something from working at the club, being wanted. I've been rejected so much, I want to experience being wanted and enjoyed. I've thought very carefully about this. Could we be friends with benefits? If it's a really stupid idea, I'll understand and hopefully we'll never breathe another word of this again." I was now officially rambling. I forced my mouth to closed and finally looked up at him. His mouth was agape.
"Well say something." I said as the kettle finished boiling. I hopped off the counter and poured the hot water.
"My imprint wants to just get in my pants. It's a lot to take in. It's kind of a back-handed compliment here Bells." I didn't look up to see his face but I could hear both hope and hurt in his voice.
"I'm not trying to hurt you here. I'm looking for a better solution than being a coward and picking up and running away from you. But I do feel an attraction to you and I can't simply be friends with you. My body just feels this pull when I'm around you. But you need to be around me often." I admitted refusing to make eye contact. "The truth is that I'm a coward and I'm trying to do right by you while being honest with myself. I'm not ready to date you. But being friends with you is too hard. I'm worried I'd have to avoid you altogether but I'm of the understanding that it's not good for you. Forget I said anything. I can have a platonic relationship with you. I just thought you guys said you could be anything I needed you to be. I'm really sorry I said anything. Pleeease pretend I never brought this up." I was crying in my embarrassment and frustration with myself. And my frustration and tears grew because I was crying again. I wish I didn't do that. Jacob had jumped down off the counter and was standing between my legs pulling me into his arms. He hushed me gently speaking words in a language I didn't understand.
"Bella, you don't need to be sorry. I'm sorry. You're right, I promised to be whatever you needed me to be. I can be this for you. In fact," He held my face in his hands raising my eyes up to meet his as he lowered his to meet mine halfway. "I'm excited at the prospect of getting into your pants too honey." He grinned at me breaking into a laugh. I threw my arms around him and laughed and cried with relief. I hadn't been rejected yet again. He felt so good in my arms, while our bodies shook with mirth.
"Oh God Jake, you had me so worried! I was starting to think there was something wrong with me. He rejected me so many times and then he left me." I stopped suddenly realizing he'd probably want to know what I meant by that.
"I didn't consider saying no I just needed a minute to adjust to the idea. You don't need to tell me what an idiot he was. When he left you like that, it became clear to me then." And then he pressed his lips to mine. His lips were soft, hot and exciting. The world stopped as I was engulfed in Jacob's presence. I no longer had presence of mind to notice the details of how he was kissing me. I was experiencing Jacob as pushed, tugged and pulled me into him. I was lost to the world around me. When he broke away, my eyes were closed and it took me a minute to recover my breathing and to think again.
"So friend, what are the boundaries to these benefits?" He asked. I was sure he was watching my face.
First, you can't kiss me like that unless I get to ride you until I come.
It was right on the tip of my tongue with all of the disappointment of the kiss ending so abruptly. But I didn't dare say actually say that.
"The benefits are private. That's the boundary. I understand you can't keep if from your pack. But until, if and when, I'm ready to officially date you, I want this to remain very quiet for now." I held his attention. He nodded solemnly.
"We can add rules if needed. That's the only boundary I know is needed right now. If people found out I was stripping and had a friend with benefits I'd never be able to live in the state of Washington again. I think this officially makes me a slut." I could feel my face flushing.
"At this point, you're and inexperienced virgin who happens to strip. I'd have to disagree with anyone's assessment that called you a slut." My stomach dropped.
"Is it that obvious that I'm a virgin?" My eyes were wide with surprise and he looked at me and laughed.
"No, I wasn't sure but I guess that answers my question! It seemed unlikely because you're working at a strip club. Holy shit Bells! What virgin takes up a job stripping?" Indignation sprung up in me.
"I didn't see any rules anywhere that said that I couldn't strip just because of that." I jumped down off the counter heading for the exit. He pulled me back gently and stopped laughing.
"Come on Bells. I'm just learning about you. So far I know that you dated a vampire and you're sweet, you strip even though you don't enjoy it and don't need the money, you're a virgin and you embarrass easily. I love the crazy way you constantly contradict yourself."
He was starting to annoy me.
"I liked you better when you were kissing me." I grumbled. I had caught him by surprise. But only for a moment.
"Let's learn what the boundaries are for those benefits then huh?" He levelled his eyes at me before pouncing, snatching me up in his arms and kissing me senseless carrying me to his room. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let out a moan realizing he'd been probably been hard this entire conversation. He felt fully erect under his sweat pants. I concluded I would be sure to pay closer attention in future. He put me down on his bed and paused to let his eyes roam my body.
"Maybe we could end one of those contradictions tonight." I suggested. He cocked an eyebrow but asked with sincerity. "Which contradiction is that Bells?" He moved slowly towards me and I felt my breathing return to a pant.
"The stripping virgin." I whispered. He pressed his body to mine.
"Which part? I'd like it if you only stripped for me and you handed over your virginity to me. But it seems like wishful thinking on my part." He caught me by surprise. He nibbled on my ear and I thought as he kissed my neck and his hands explored my body. I could see myself getting wrapped up in his wishes. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted to agree to his wishes on both accounts. His lips met mine and I found it difficult to remember what he was asking and what my wishes were. My resolve was slipping and I wanted to give this man myself wholly. No more stripping, have him inside me, to own me and to spend the rest of my life with him. Give him a home with a family and let him provide my security. That would fulfill his breeding imperative.
My resolve returned immediately. I could give him my virginity, but giving up stripping would end hearing his voice. I wouldn't give that much up for my new friend. But really, I wasn't so much looking to give to Jacob so much as taking from him a taste of his strength and beauty and confidence and the comfort that his body provided me so willingly. Having sex with him didn't seem like an act of giving so much as an act of taking.
I found amusement in the idea that he felt I was handing something over to him.
"Jake," I whispered. "I have a lot to offer a man. But I'm only offering one thing to you." I was panting feeling my body respond to him. He stopped, listening intently to what I had to say.
"I'm offering my virginity. I just want you to be clear that there's nothing else on the table."
"Fuck me!" He exclaimed in a whisper.
"That's the idea." I said confused.
"You're offering a lot more than I was expecting." I smiled.
"I'm full of surprises." I smirked glancing down at my daisy dukes and twirling my pig tails.
AN: sorry about the cliff hanger.
